Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.